"entrancingly" poems
It's been so long.
My vase has been empty
for fear of selfish gardening.
I had almost given up completely.
My favourite flower was always an orchid.
I thought I had found it long ago,
but it seems my orchid is a rarer breed;
it takes much more care to sow.
I happened across it on a lively night
in a garden full of flowers.
My lily had just turned to poison;
it's amazing what lust devours.
My orchid had seen many vases,
some much nicer than mine
and yet it chose to flower then
and look entrancingly divine.
For a couple years I watered it
from far away, safe from my touch of war
I was afraid that I would squander it,
like I had so many times before.
But the orchid was just like me,
adventurous and curious.
Though we couldn't be together
we let each other be flirtatious.
And silently we grew together,
and my orchid came to me,
and my whole world came together
even if only very briefly.
Now I sit here writing this,
looking at my orchid, in my vase, on my window sill,
and I look back at myself and realize;
I'm HIS flower, in HIS vase, on HIS window sill.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
Enthusiastically drawing an electrifying first breath of air as the emotionally significant cut of the umbilical cord welcomes an angel onboard
Capturing the delicate beauty of invisible, energetic strings eternally connecting two highly raptured, earthly beings; breaking free of the chrysalis, a monarch joyously spreads its invigorating wings and zings through the air with entrancingly colored wings.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
Pulse after Pulse,
Wave after wave,
Ethereal Blue-- silver and misty, violently real yet entrancingly True-- collides, creates, reverberates, spreads like warfare as it envigorates the endless Sea of Diamond Comets that refract, reflect and beautifully protect a, delicately cradled and elegantly undone, Celestial Symphony-- whose conductor is a wise Blue Sun.
Volcanic moons spew molten streams of pure gold on to their eternally glittering surfaces-- mountains topped with Emeralds of green and Rubies of red-- existence is their only purpose.
Suddenly, a wisp of lightning from Under the Blue Sun, makes its way into Life just for a little fun.
Coiled up like a spring-- its journey cusping to begin-- it spontaneously releases, gracefully whole not in pieces, from its creator and its captor with a wiggle, push and squeeze. And with this dance it now does sing, every burst crescendoing faster in tempo not in speed. Becoming rainbows, becoming glass. Becoming kinetic energy with every passing moon, every passing meteor, every asteroid and comet-- beyond the gold, beyond the shine, beyond space and all time--
A wisp of Lightning, under a Blue Sun, leaves its home to create Life where there is none.
Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 1:14 AM UTC
Across a million faces
in a thousand different places
I find you in blossoms of flowers
like am a captive of your magical powers
I find you in the depth of my heart
even if we are completely worlds apart
in cold days mocked by soothing patters of rain
pattering right above the echo of my pain
I see you here with my eyes shut
in the emptiness, as my mind is dead alert
*I hear your voice in whispers of the wind
maybe you're invisible to me since love's blind
you might be right here as well, trapped to this moment
on the same wave at war in the torrent of torment
bearing painful blisters of regret from burns of desire
enduring stifling emotions that won't retire
reeking of an excellently brewed obsession that won't expire
and since you were my breath I can hardly respire
even the hardest of scotch and wines couldn't lift me higher
out of the abyssal deep doldrums of this mire*
**I smell your scent of roses at night beneath my sheets
and as I walk feeling isolated along these crowded streets
at every single thought about you my confused heart beats
while in my palm where your fingers fitted, cold emptiness slits
I see you in the hovering birds of prey as they bask in the sky
flamboyantly spreading their vast wings as they fly
under the sweltering haze of Sun where I burn for you
in recollection of your entrancingly licentious sigh**
*everywhere I go, in different places
I see you masked upon a million faces
I feel you in the roseate blossom of flowers
in every second of every minute of my hours
for am still a captive of your enchanting powers*
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
the ground, it trembles.
as if thousands of little feet trample its surface,
rhythmically packing the hard earth.
And none can see a thing.
their eyes matter not,
touch overwhelms their being.
it caresses their necks
and trickles between their fingers.
it washes over them
in undulating waves.
they dance, and they inspire dance—
in fire
in gusts
in light, filtered through wind ravaged trees
and kitchen windows.
which glitters entrancingly as it kisses the floor.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 12:51 AM UTC
this bang from aeons ago
unleashes a dark centrifugal fury
in far-flung M87
devouring neighboring stardust
the other side of
this hawking spectacle,
a black king cobra
entrancingly coils
around a thousand-petalled white lotus
finale of an existential journey
misery over....
© 2019
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
*I came across a splendid poem today and wondered
if by thinking I was good enough I had totally blundered
I read a piece that made my pieces look half baked
One quite perfect my micro confidence she did affect
I read her chronological lines now I reflect
eyes opened to room for improvement I had staked
I read a piece that hounded my ego in proof I ain't a pro
claiming I have learning to do and a million miles to go,
comically weaved in her humour and philosophical satire
which lent her glitters of stars and glisten of sapphire
she blew me louder than the whistle of an experienced umpire
and hit the mark, fitting my mind better than my tailored attire
I read a concoction which made me rethink
for to my seemingly scented pieces she lent a stink
now I realise I have to reconsider the broth I cook
wonder the time to pen she took plus the multitude she really shook
uncomfortable in silent deafening solitude whilst I contemplate
whether to declare my admiration or disguise it in hate
for this poem I construed and wished it were me who wrote
one entrancingly put, breathtaking and celestially thought
she was bitter sweet with the tranquillity of tequila
a piece as captivating as a Hadley Chase Thriller*
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
i dreamt that I tasted honey on your lips and encompassed your veins with my fingertips
an eyelash fell entrancingly down on your flushed pink cheek
"Make a wish"
I kissed it off your face as you closed your eyes, inhaling the universe into your lungs
your eyelids like pillows providing comfort for your gentle visceral organs
I didn't ask what it was you wished for
you held my body so tenderly and soft
your imaginary touch put me into such a deeper realm of sleep
I woke up with the color of your eyes staining my carpets, my sheets, the glass of water by my nightstand
the way the sun was shining that morning, I had to smile to myself
It made me wonder
If maybe that was what you wished for
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
You attacked again yesterday
Life killer.
Future stealer.
How very much I hate you.
I avoid bright sun, you've made my eyes too sensitive.
I avoid beautiful moonlight, entrancingly dangerous.
No more driving
No more working
No more independence
No point
But there are 3 who need me
I take my multitude of meds for them.
When the older 2 are gone, the younger one should be able to stand alone.
Looking forward to the day I can say goodbye.
So tired.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
Don’t look at me through eyes
like the fog that clothes the valley
on an early morning in spring
and say that you are not free.
Willful and wild, you are the wind.
You could spring upwards as though on wings,
singing and dancing,
entrancingly lively as you slide over the lilac.
Don’t tell me you feel trapped,
that you’ve shorn off your wings
and built a bunker, brick by brick,
where the wind no longer touches.
“You are free” I tell you.
How can I show you what I know:
that you were meant to fly?
Carefree and breezily as the clouds in the sky?
But when I say “go! fly away!”
You dejectedly stand,
and when I say “you are free”
you just don’t understand.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:25 AM UTC
as i lye on the wrinkled sheets that hug your plushy mattress and your fibrous tissue, i watch as the purple-blue veins vertically lining your forearms branch out, connecting with the arteries in my fingertips, tying in bonded knots and transporting the honey-sweetness of your essence entrancingly with the music in mine
i can feel the soft vibrations from the pulsing of your heart sounding to a beat as delicate as my exhalations that spill out onto your sleeping skin
your lips hold the pitches to my favourite melodies
your eyes have the taste of the most nectarous flower that saturates my stomach with petals and leaves me so full and in my most natural form
i watch as the voice i hear and the skin i touch transforms me into a new being
one unafraid of having a new favourite song
unafraid of the uncertainties of the universe
unafraid of being new
fresh, and new
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Just Venting....
I feel stagnant and fear has become my magnet. I'm tired of him and he's tired of me. He continuously drains me of my positive energy.
In just a few moments like I was counting from 1 to 3.
And just like that we went from Ecstacy to agony.
I feel everything from everyone and yet from my own feelings I feel Numb.
my heartbreaks, with every breath that I take..... my struggles....., my fears......, and doubt's shout! They are more bold now than ever.
I swear you're just like a pill instead of making me better you keep making me spiritually ill.
I wish my Empathic ways would turn off and go numb so that my heart and soul could no no long feel.
Yet and still, I trust my intuitional forceful power inside of me to know what I feel Is real.
Because that's one of the powers given to me by the God of Israel.
So Tell me Is it my peace and happiness you are here to steal?
As you Leave me empty like a cup that needs a refill.
And Your words beat me like I am Emitt Till until your energy becomes a ****** weapon licensed to ****
Ha! Ha ! Ha ! You must get a thrill
About how you make me feel
you leave me broken with blood pouring on the ground like red juice from From a cup that leaves behind a stained spill.
Some call it a relationship but I called it a situation ship because the only time we can relate is when we situate our feelings long enough to ride the lustful seas with our maghony ships flowing from the currents between our hips.
Then once that's over again you have the nerves to abuse me from the fruit of your lips
And like fool I continuously drink your poison as I entrancingly take sips.
While as writing this did you sneak and poke holes and then dip? Because this is the sound of a sinking ship.
Until the death of me, will have you strangled like A MC on the mic that ***** grips ready to spit their rhymes ever so slick.
Weighing heavy on your soul like the Weight of a thousand bricks.
Making you feel so sick
You'll be needing some Vicks
And things in your mind will begin click
As the memories of me will beat your brain blow by blow with every single lick.
Remembering when you called me B**h and that I will never be sht
the words and images of how you treated me will haunt you like how that ghost is watching you in as it sits
As the time passes and the clock just ticks.........
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
i've always been good at swimming
the consistent
repetitive
stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke
breaking the water
entrancingly rhythmic
but with you
i find myself
tossed around
unsettled by your waves
i don't remember how to breathe
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Forged in suffering,
and quenched by discipline,
we become strong.
A wall of swords is built
at the limits of our minds;
sometimes, we ***** ourselves,
and tumble headfirst into the
desolation of sleep.
It is no matter.
Venus will disarm Mars,
the blades will turn to roses,
a crown of blooming thorns;
entrancingly beautiful,
and twice as deadly.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC